The Eternal Life of His Majesty

From the Qin family

In an office in the south, Qin Wenguo was handling important tasks and suddenly received a call.

Immediately, Qin Wenguo's expression was as grim as water.

"What's? You said that Father gave the Yunlong calligraphy to Qin Xuan as a birthday present!" Qin Wenguo could not help but get angry, and slammed onto the table, "This is just nonsense. What kind of thing is Qin Xuan, he can get Yunlong's calligraphy ? "

Qin Wenguo could not contain the anger, his second son Qin Yun was left behind, and the old man said nothing. On one birthday, the old man actually gave Yunlong calligraphy which even made them envious?

You know, second brother Qin Wenshu liked this antique pen and ink the most, and he had inherited the old man's hobby, and was very fond of calligraphy. Even so, Qin Wenwen repeatedly asked his father to give him Yunlong calligraphy, but his father disagreed.

A Qin Xuan, that old man actually sent Yunlong calligraphy?

"Also let Qin Ying send it, really ..." Qin Wenguo wanted to scold someone, but he could not scold someone. That was his father. However, this also made him jealous, and there was even more hatred for Qin Wende, especially Qin Xuan.

It wasn't just Qin Wenguo who was dissatisfied with it, Qin Wenguo, who had just returned from abroad at the headquarters of the Qin Group in Kyoto, was, also immediately received the news and rushed to Qin's house.

“Dad, how can you give Yunlong calligraphy to Qin Xuan?” Qin Wenshu asked furiously.

“Are you questioning me?” Qin Zhonghua stopped with a sharp pen in his hand, a hint of majesty in his voice. At that moment, Qin Wenshu's anger disappeared and he lowered his head.

"Dad, how dare I. It's just Qin Xuan's birthday. What can a little man know? Yunlong calligraphy was collected by you from abroad for almost 100 million. It was a national treasure, not to mention me, not even you. Why would he give it to Qin Xuan if he was willing to use it casually? "Qin Wenshu smiled bitterly:" He is Qin Xuan, maybe he is not satisfied with getting it, so he threw it away, this ... "

"waste?"

Qin Zhonghua said lightly and looked at his second son.

Qin Wenshu nodded with a wry smile, of course it was futile, not to mention giving it to Qin Xuan, even giving it to Qin Wende was futile.

"I think it's worth it?"

Qin Zhonghua said nonchalantly, "You are a son, a daughter, what year will I not give you a gift of 8 million yuan? Qin Xuan has over ten years, how much have I given him? Now I only give you one, you feel depressed ? "

"What's? My parents aren't dead yet, do you think my things are yours?"

Qin Zhonghua said very seriously, which showed that there was indeed a wave of anger in his heart.

He debated the injustice of Qin Wende. If he knew, he would definitely berate his four sons.

How much did the Qin Wende family contribute to the entire Qin family? Over the years, how big of a mistake did their family make? As a result, you actually treated the Wende family this way. Aren't you reluctant to bear inanimate objects? How much did the entire Qin family owe them for so many years?

It was a pity that Qin Zhonghua could not say these things.

Qin Wenshu was also stunned, looked at his father blankly, and then suddenly lowered his head.

"Misleadingly wrong, I will never mention this again!" He lowered his head deeply, but a trace of anger surged in his eyes. "But Dad, are you being too biased towards Wende?"

He still could not help but utter, but all he got was a sneer from Qin Zhonghua.

"You're saying I'm next to weight? If you leave the house for seventeen years, I'll also send you away."

Qin Wenshu was speechless, only to leave angrily.

Qin Zhonghua shook his head and sighed, he looked at the calligraphy under his pen and could not help but suddenly pick it up and tear it apart.

"A bunch of assholes!"

He was so angry that he became calm after a long time, and returned to the calmness of old man Qin. He spread out his pen and ink again, and his pen was as stable as a mountain.

...

In Jingshui City, after Qin Xuan hung up the phone, she suddenly noticed Mo Qinglian's strange expression.

“What?” Qin Xuan lifted his head and asked.

“Qin Xuan, will you celebrate your birthday?” Mo Qinglian's eyes shone.

"Yes!" Qin Xuan sighed softly, "It's been years!"

The last tens of thousands of years passed through his mind, and in his growth and****** this*, he had no idea how many changes the past was full of.

“Uncle, aunty is also coming?” Mo Qinglian's face suddenly turned red and hot.

Qin Xuan laughed, "Yes, what's up?"

Qin Xuan looked at Mo Qinglian calmly, and smiled gently in Mo Qinglian's anxiety.

"It's okay if you want to!"

Qin Xuan looked at Mo Qinglian with a smile, "Of course, don't tell me who I am, I don't want my parents to find out too early."

Mo Qinglian had already prepared the idea of rejection, but Qin Xuan suddenly agreed, and the entire person was dumbfounded.

He looked at Qin Xuan confusedly, and it took him a long time to react.

"Thank you?"

Mo Qinglian was extremely shocked, and her entire being became extremely excited.

Qin Xuan nodded and smiled, "Hmm!"

She seemed to be thinking of something, "By the way, where do you think I should celebrate my birthday?"

Mo Qinglian thought about it for a moment, and said: "Let's hold the pavilion! Calm down, and I'll let my father invite the best chef in Linhai."

Qin Xuan nodded and said, "Good too!"

To Qin Xuan's parents, they had not given Qin Xuan a birthday for three years. But for Qin Xuan, he had not celebrated his birthday for ten thousand years, so he naturally wanted to do his best for his birthday this time.

"I'll prepare ..." Mo Qinglian hesitated, then raised her head carefully and said: "Do you know what uncle and aunt are like?"

He blushed again, his voice getting lower.

“Do you like ... daughter-in-law?” Qin Xuan couldn't help but laugh. He did not know where Mo Qinglian was thinking.

Mo Qinglian suddenly made a huge red face and looked at Qin Xuan angrily.

"Send it as you please. My mom loves simple and simple things. My dad .. he prefers antiques." Qin Xuan smiled, "Of course, I don't know much. You choose it."

"it's good!"

Mo Qinglian immediately ran out of excitement, which was a big deal for him.

Qin Xuan sat on the sofa alone, shook his head slightly, and sighed slightly.

It's long!

Three years? Wanzai?

A hint of anxiety suddenly surfaced in Qin Xuan's heart, She didn't know how to deal with her parents, but Qin Xuan was immediately relieved.

release her!

He gently shook his head and looked at the clear sky, with a faint smile on his mouth.

...

Mo Qinglian left in a panic. He first called his father Mo Jingyun to beg to know the best chefs of the eight major cuisines in Luchuan, Guangdong, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Hunan.

Mo Jingfeng, who controlled the Mojia Group in Linhai, naturally felt a headache for her daughter. This was the top brand in all the big hotels in Linhai, and his daughter had to leave.

"Qinglian, not because Dad didn't give it to you, but what are you planning? Do you want to comfort Master Qin?" Mo Qingfeng was confused.

“No, Qin Xuan's birthday is coming, and his parents are coming too!” Mo Qinglian hurriedly said, “Dad, don't ask, if you wait for your uncle and aunt to come and cook before you come, your daughter really won't have the face to meet the Rise people."

Mo Qinglian immediately hung up the phone, and then started calling her third uncle Mo Jingyun.

The speaker was unintentional and the listener was intentional After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingfeng was stunned.

Teacher Qin's birthday? Teacher Qin's parents also came along?

Mo Jingfeng immediately ignored the others and left everything in his hands, He immediately moved the top eight Linhai chefs Mo Qinglian wanted to Jingshui City, and then called his father Mo Zhengfeng.

The entire Mo family seemed to be a little confused because of this news.